"You're mine Emma, no one can have you but me."
"But you said-"
"Just shut up and kiss me."
Emma Richardson finds herself tangled in a web of scandals as infamous womanizer Logan Lockwood sets his eyes on her and won't let go.
In order to save hi...
When I wake up, I have no clue where I am. As I sit up pulling off a purple comforter, I take in my new surroundings. Where am I? To my left, there is a two-seater couch and a chaise lounge chair with a coffee table in between and to my right are a series of dressers and a white vanity. There are also two doors on that side of the room in between dressers. The entire room is decorated in different shades of purple and gold. It looks like a room fit for royalty.
"Wait one sec. I'm checking on her right now." A voice accompanied by loud footsteps approaching my door bring me out of my examination of this room. I lay back down pretending to be asleep.
"Listen, Pris, I'll call you tonight. Bye." I hear the door creak open and the footsteps approach the bed. I feel the mattress dip down as someone sits on it.
"Come on, Emma. I know you're awake." I open my eyes cautiously before sitting up.
A gorgeous blonde with shocking blue eyes and full pink lips stares at me as if waiting for a response.
"What?" I say, annoyed that I was woken up from my slumber but at the same time curious about where the hell I am.
The blonde giggles at my rudeness. I only cock an eyebrow up at her confused as she seems to study my face.
"You're actually really pretty."
"T-thanks?"
"Oops, sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I mean, Logan had described you as a disgusting beast. I never expected you to look like a miniature Miranda Kerr."
"Who are you?"
She giggles before responding. "I'm Lola. I'm married to Tristan so soon you're going to be my sister-in-law-in-law or something like that." She adds with a wink.
Memories from last night flood back into my mind. I sigh, a wave of despair crashing down on me.
"Why so glum?" "Glum?"
"Yeah," she shrugs, "Glum. Was Logan acting like a total asswipe again?"
"You don't even know the half of it."
"Don't worry. He'll warm up to you eventually."
"Tell that to the sl*t he had in his bed last night..." I mutter before I even realize what I am saying. I quickly apologize, "Uh... sorry... I--"
"Logan is such a dickass. I mean, he has no respect for women at all. At least his brother got the good genes when it comes to being a gentleman."
I smile up at Lola. I'm glad she's here to cheer me up.
"Lola, if you don't mind me asking, where are we?"
"Of course Logan didn't tell you. That would be far too much work to do so," Lola says sarcastically. "We're at the Lockwood's Vermont Estate. This is where he and Tristan live."
"We're in Vermont?" I ask.
"Yeah, Burlington to be exact," Lola says nonchalantly. No wonder the car ride took forever.
"Logan hasn't told me anything really, other than his dumb 'household rules'." I roll my eyes.
"Let me guess," Lola puckers her lips and talks in an annoying voice to imitate Logan, "'Listen to my every command. Be a good girl. Don't talk back.' That kind of BS?" I nod, stifling a smile. Her tone made those commands very funny. Lola seems to be a really genuine person and I find myself comfortable around her.
She continues, "'My name is Logan and I try to act all tough because in reality, my ego is a hundred times larger than my 2 inch--"
"My what?" An angry Logan stands at the door with his arms folded. He wears a crisp button-down shirt with a navy blue tie and black slacks.
Lola stands up from the bed and rolls her eyes at Logan. "What do you want?"
"I want to speak with Emma. Alone."
"No. She's my new best friend and I don't leave my friends alone with monsters such as yourself."
"Ha ha. Very funny," Logan says clearly unamused, "Get out. Don't make me tell Tristan you need another pu--"
"Okay, okay. I'm going. Sorry, Emma." She exits the room. Logan draws closer and he stands next to the bed.
"Emma," he states. I cross my arms.
"Logan."
"We have a photoshoot today for our engagement." He throws me a bag of clothes. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs. Hair and makeup will be done at the studio." He leaves without another word.
I take a deep breath before getting out of bed to get dressed. Logan gave me a tight sequin long sleeve dress that matches the color of his tie. After getting dressed, I slip on a pair of heels I see by the door and head downstairs.
The shoot is a thirty-minute drive away from Logan's mansion. Luckily, Lola decided to come along so I had someone to talk to.
As soon as we step out of the car, Logan's hand attaches itself to the small of my back. He pulls me in close so I can smell his cologne. It smells like wood at a campfire and I can't get enough of it.
He kisses my cheek before we enter the building and I smile up at him. As soon as we enter the building, we are pulled away from each other and into separate dressing rooms. Three people work on my hair while another two work on my makeup. Once they're satisfied we go out to the shoot.
I've got to admit. I loved the photo shoot. It was a lot of fun. Logan even seemed to enjoy himself a little. The poses get more intimate as the shoot went along. I don't mind though. He smells so good and as much as I hate to admit it, I love being around him. He treats me like a princess.
But like all good things, something has to come in and ruin it. After the photographer was satisfied, we went back to our dressing rooms to get our stuff. But something rather strange catches my eye. A letter.
I go over to pick it up and my name is written in cursive on the front. I tear it open curiously.
Emma,
The hawk selfishly hides the bluebird in his nest, but doesn't the bluebird want to fly free in the open sky? Maybe it's my task to steal the bluebird for myself? She is quite beautiful...
-Your Secret Admirer
I quickly fold the envelope and shove it into my bra. I can't let anyone see this. This "Secret Admirer" might be the key to unlocking my freedom afterall.
